Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

bank of clouds, which was not, properly speaking, a bank as there were many openings in it. In front of this was a long string of small curly clouds, travelling northeastward, whose topmost edges were colored bright orange. This was all the color there was and the quick curly line of color had a rapid rythm that wag strangely beautiful. Almost at once the color died out, - the sky became grey & I fell areading.(HT)It was some time when I looked up again & when I did so I almost exclaimed aloud. The whole mass of clouds